Spencer's words drag a muffled groan out of Joel and he pulls back a little, once again wishing he'd had the foresight to a bottle of lube out with him. He should have known, really, that this would be what they would get up to inside this ridiculous castle once they were done bouncing. There's never been anyone in his life he's wanted as much as he wants Spencer and while their relationship is about so much more than just the physical aspects, Joel knows there's no sense in denying just how deeply he's attracted to Spencer, how beautiful he finds his husband or how badly he wants him most moments in a day. He loves and respects Spencer, he thinks he's by far the most brilliant person he's ever met, the most interesting, the most thoughtful and kind and compassionate. But he's also physically the most perfect person Joel has ever seen, the most person person he will ever see. The idea that a moment might pass by when he doesn't want Spencer is downright laughable and when they have time like this, perfectly alone in some new and foreign location, he should have anticipated this happening. They can barely keep their hands off each other at the best of times and now, breathless and sweating from their exertions, he should have long since seen this coming and prepared for it.
There's nothing to be done about that now, however, so he sits up on his knees between Spencer's legs and drags him a little closer, his hands still on his thighs. Then he lifts his hand to his mouth, slipping his fingers between his lips to make sure they're wet before he reaches down again, pressing one of them gently against Spencer's ass. It's easier now than it had been at first and although he's still careful, his fingers slips inside Spencer without much effort and he lets out another soft moan at the feeling of his husband's body warm and tight around him. Within a few moments he's pushing a second finger inside him as well, his teeth pressed down tight on his lower lip as he tries to keep some semblance of control over himself, which is difficult with Spencer and has been right from the start. There are times when Joel wants to go slow, when he wants to make things last and really drag it out so that he and Spencer are both begging for it by the time they're done, but it's always difficult for him. He always wants everything right now, even though he knows how much better things will be if he just lets himself relax and sink into this.
But he thinks Spencer is just as impatient as he is and within a few minutes, Joel draws his fingers back and then does the only thing he can think of and uses his tongue to wet his palm. It isn't going to be the same as lubricant and he thinks maybe he'll need to be just a little more careful than he usually is, but he wants this so badly and he doesn't want to have to waste any time getting dressed and running back to the house. So he wets his hand and then reaches down to drag it over his cock, stifling another low moan as he does. Even just touching himself is making it difficult to hold back and he shuffles forward a little, curving Spencer's body, holding onto his thigh with one hand and onto himself with the other. Not that long ago he would have asked if Spencer was okay, he would have needed to be sure, but now they've been together long enough that Joel can just look at him and he knows. He can read Spencer's expressions better than he's ever been able to anyone else and when he catches sight of his husband, when their gazes lock, he smiles just slightly and he knows.
Everything he's done today has been for Spencer and while this has the added bonus of being something he loves, it's no different. This is for his husband. Everything is for his husband.
Then his hips are arching forward and he's pushing into Spencer's body and he goes as slow as he possibly can, feeling a little bit of a tug, a little resistance. He's careful, though, and he's gentle, making sure that he never once hurts Spencer. It's not the sort of thing Joel would allow himself on any day, let alone on one as important as Spencer's birthday, and so no matter how badly he just wants to thrust into him, he takes his time. His thighs are trembling with exertion and he shifts a little, changing the angle, moving so he can brace himself on the castle floor beside Spencer's body. The material dips a little at the changing weight and Joel laughs, the sound breathless and happy, and he tries to keep his balance. "I didn't think this part through," he says and he's laughing again, still careful, the sound still caught somewhere in his chest.
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There's nothing to be done about that now, however, so he sits up on his knees between Spencer's legs and drags him a little closer, his hands still on his thighs. Then he lifts his hand to his mouth, slipping his fingers between his lips to make sure they're wet before he reaches down again, pressing one of them gently against Spencer's ass. It's easier now than it had been at first and although he's still careful, his fingers slips inside Spencer without much effort and he lets out another soft moan at the feeling of his husband's body warm and tight around him. Within a few moments he's pushing a second finger inside him as well, his teeth pressed down tight on his lower lip as he tries to keep some semblance of control over himself, which is difficult with Spencer and has been right from the start. There are times when Joel wants to go slow, when he wants to make things last and really drag it out so that he and Spencer are both begging for it by the time they're done, but it's always difficult for him. He always wants everything right now, even though he knows how much better things will be if he just lets himself relax and sink into this.
But he thinks Spencer is just as impatient as he is and within a few minutes, Joel draws his fingers back and then does the only thing he can think of and uses his tongue to wet his palm. It isn't going to be the same as lubricant and he thinks maybe he'll need to be just a little more careful than he usually is, but he wants this so badly and he doesn't want to have to waste any time getting dressed and running back to the house. So he wets his hand and then reaches down to drag it over his cock, stifling another low moan as he does. Even just touching himself is making it difficult to hold back and he shuffles forward a little, curving Spencer's body, holding onto his thigh with one hand and onto himself with the other. Not that long ago he would have asked if Spencer was okay, he would have needed to be sure, but now they've been together long enough that Joel can just look at him and he knows. He can read Spencer's expressions better than he's ever been able to anyone else and when he catches sight of his husband, when their gazes lock, he smiles just slightly and he knows.
Everything he's done today has been for Spencer and while this has the added bonus of being something he loves, it's no different. This is for his husband. Everything is for his husband.
Then his hips are arching forward and he's pushing into Spencer's body and he goes as slow as he possibly can, feeling a little bit of a tug, a little resistance. He's careful, though, and he's gentle, making sure that he never once hurts Spencer. It's not the sort of thing Joel would allow himself on any day, let alone on one as important as Spencer's birthday, and so no matter how badly he just wants to thrust into him, he takes his time. His thighs are trembling with exertion and he shifts a little, changing the angle, moving so he can brace himself on the castle floor beside Spencer's body. The material dips a little at the changing weight and Joel laughs, the sound breathless and happy, and he tries to keep his balance. "I didn't think this part through," he says and he's laughing again, still careful, the sound still caught somewhere in his chest.